How About A Divorce? - Chapter 30
Chapter 30: Imprisonment [VIP]
Lin Yanqing subconsciously looked at Wen Yu.
When the marriage was arranged, Lin Yanqing didn’t know at first that her partner was Wen Yu. She refused to agree. Lin Jiao was furious and blurted out, “Do you think marriage is about love? This marriage of convenience is just to help you secure your position on the board. I’ve already drawn up my will. If you don’t listen to me, you can forget about inheriting any shares.”
Lin Yanqing said at the time, “I wouldn’t care if you threw all that money into the ocean.”
Not many people knew about this will. Lin Jiao had deliberately leaked this information, hoping to put pressure on Lin Yanqing, but it didn’t work.
But now there was no chance to explain it to Wen Yu.
Lin Yanqing frowned, looking at Chen Liangsheng, confirming that this person meant trouble. But before she could say anything, her right hand was intertwined with someone’s.
Wen Yu smiled politely. “Auntie Chen, the way you’re talking, it’s as if you were hiding under our bed. How else would you know our relationship is bad?”
She raised her hand, which was intertwined with Lin Yanqing’s, and shook it. “If that’s the case, then you must also know what we do in bed. Would you do those things with someone you have a bad relationship with?”
Chen Liangsheng’s perfect smile cracked a little.
“You wouldn’t actually do that, would you?” Wen Yu pretended to be surprised. “The older generation really knows how to have fun, unlike us young people who are all about pure love.”
Chen Liangsheng’s smile disappeared. “Xiao Wen…”
“Oh, don’t call me Xiao Wen. You and Auntie Lin are friends, but Auntie Lin and my wife don’t have a very good relationship, as you know. I, on the other hand, listen to my wife,” Wen Yu leaned on Lin Yanqing, acting like she was in a clingy, passionate relationship. “…And I don’t talk to Auntie Lin much. You and I are separated by two distant relationships. It’s not right for you to call me Xiao Wen as an elder.”
“I call you CEO Chen,” Wen Yu said with a mischievous smile. “You should call me CEO Wen.”
Chen Liangsheng had been in a high position for a long time and hadn’t been humiliated like this in a while. She also knew that Wen Yu wasn’t afraid of offending her. Not to mention, she was old enough that she shouldn’t be bickering with a junior. Even if she did, the Wen family would just say that Wen Yu was just a child and let it go.
And they couldn’t just stop doing business because of a small argument.
Chen Liangsheng had no choice but to force a smile. “CEO Wen is so eloquent. We old people can’t compare.”
“It’s good that old CEO Chen knows,” Wen Yu said with sincerity. “I’m the only one with a good temper, explaining things to you nicely. If it were another couple, and you said their relationship was bad, they would have gotten physical with you.”
She called her CEO Wen. Wen Yu called her old CEO Chen. It was a draw.
Wen Yu would not take a loss in an argument.
Lin Yanqing watched Wen Yu the whole time, her mood rising and falling with her words.
“My wife and I are leaving now. She was finally able to make time to go shopping with me, and I don’t want our mood to be ruined.” Wen Yu took Lin Yanqing and walked past Chen Liangsheng, not even looking back at the latter’s livid face.
“CEO Wen,” Chen Liangsheng suddenly called out.
Wen Yu clicked her tongue and turned her head. “Do you have something else, old one?”
Chen Liangsheng said meaningfully, “Be careful of the person beside you. Don’t let yourself be dragged down.”
Lin Yanqing’s eyelids twitched. She looked at Chen Liangsheng for a long time. Wen Yu naturally noticed but didn’t ask—only a fool would follow someone else’s rhythm. She just reached out and turned Lin Yanqing’s face back, pouting playfully. “What are you looking at? Am I not pretty enough?”
Lin Yanqing blinked. “…You’re pretty.”
“Good,” Wen Yu nodded. “Let’s go shopping with the pretty person.”
Wen Yu pulled Lin Yanqing into the elevator. From a distance of ten steps, she raised an eyebrow at Chen Liangsheng, her tone arrogant. “I don’t know anything about being dragged down. Maybe I’ll understand when the Wen family collapses and my sister falls from power. I hope CEO Chen lives to see that day.”
Chen Liangsheng’s face turned dark.
Wen Yu smiled. “Don’t compare lifespans with us young people.”
The elevator doors closed completely, blocking them from view.
Wen Yu immediately threw Lin Yanqing’s hand away and rubbed her own hand on her clothes, as if wiping off something dirty.
Lin Yanqing: “Are you that disgusted with me?”
Wen Yu: “Yes.”
“Then you just kissed me. Do you want to wipe that off too?”
“Pfft!” Wen Yu glared at Lin Yanqing. “The dog bites the hand that feeds it.”
She just stood up for this dog. Although it was also about “being consistent with outsiders”—they could have conflicts internally, but they couldn’t let outsiders laugh at them. Lin Yanqing couldn’t say anything to Chen Liangsheng, so she spoke for her. But instead of thanking her properly, this person was annoying her.
What an assh0le.
“Do you want to go shopping?” Lin Yanqing asked.
“If I told you to die, would you?” Wen Yu was too lazy to argue. Going shopping was clearly a perfunctory excuse.
Lin Yanqing didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Wen Yu was stunned.
She suddenly remembered the scene from not long ago on the island, where Lin Yanqing was about to jump off the second-floor balcony.
…This woman might really be willing to die.
She was choked up and only managed to curse after a long time. “You’re crazy.”
When they got to the parking garage, Wen Yu followed Lin Yanqing into the car. The driver, Zhang Cheng, greeted Wen Yu politely and then asked, “CEO Lin, where are we going?”
Wen Yu: “I’ll send you the address of my residential complex. Take me there.”
Zhang Cheng glanced at Lin Yanqing. Lin Yanqing nodded, and Zhang Cheng said, “Yes, CEO Wen.”
There was no divider in the car, so it was inconvenient to talk. An hour later, when they arrived at the destination, Wen Yu was about to get out of the car when Lin Yanqing spoke.
Lin Yanqing asked, “When are you coming home?”
“When I feel like it,” Wen Yu said, walking forward without looking back.
Lin Yanqing followed her out of the car, quickly caught up to her, and grabbed her wrist. “Wen Wen.”
Wen Yu was impatient. “Do I have a magnet on me? Let go.”
Lin Yanqing was direct. “What I said in the dressing room, I wasn’t lying to you.”
As she spoke, she put Wen Yu’s magnet theory into practice and pulled her into her arms, her voice full of affection, drilling into her ear. “I only like you, Wen Yu.”
Wen Yu was only stunned for a moment, then asked, “Is that will real? If I divorce you, you’ll lose your inheritance.”
Lin Yanqing was stunned.
Wen Yu curled her lips. “You wouldn’t, CEO Lin, would you? Saying something like that to keep me.”
Her suspicion was genuine and not faked.
Lin Yanqing was so angry she laughed. She lowered her head and bit Wen Yu’s lower lip hard. After taking a punch from her, she finally let go and gently licked it. “If I’m lying, I’m a dog.”
“You’re not far from being a dog,” Wen Yu pushed her away. “Get lost.”
Lin Yanqing: “Wen Wen, just believe me this one time.”
Wen Yu raised her phone, pretending to make a call.
Lin Yanqing: “…What are you doing?”
Wen Yu: “That’s a temporary parking area. If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll call the traffic police to have your car towed away.”
Lin Yanqing: “…”
Okay, this is a very Wen Yu way of avoiding the issue.
Wen Yu often used this kind of rambling way to change the subject. Lin Yanqing knew this very well. She also knew that Wen Yu had heard her—otherwise, Wen Yu would have humiliated her as much as possible, just like she did to Chen Liangsheng.
As long as she heard me, it’s fine.
Lin Yanqing raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, I’m going now.”
Wen Yu put away her phone.
“I’ll come pick you up in a few days.”
“You don’t need to trouble yourself. I have hands and feet.”
Lin Yanqing didn’t listen and waved her hand. “Wait for me.”
Wen Yu: “…Get lost.”
After Lin Yanqing left, Wen Yu stood there for a moment before turning and walking into the residential complex.
…
“There is something to that,” Wen Rong said on the video call.
“Auntie Lin drew up a will to get Xiao Lin to marry you, but I don’t know if it’s been changed,” Wen Rong looked at the distracted Wen Yu. “Why did you suddenly ask about this?”
Wen Yu: “I heard someone talking about it today.”
Wen Rong smiled. “You don’t need to worry about that. Auntie Lin looks like she’s going to be alive and well for a while. She’s far from dying.”
“The way you say that, it’s as if I’m hoping she’ll die,” Wen Yu was amused.
“It’s just the facts,” Wen Rong said. “I handled the last incident for you. Do you want to know the result?”
“The rumors?”
“Mhm, and also Xu Wanyue’s matter.” Xu Wanyue was the woman who wanted to get into Lin Yanqing’s bed.
“All the rumormongers were severely punished by the law. I only gave Xu Wanyue a verbal warning. She came to apologize two days ago. You weren’t there, so Mom taught them a lesson for you.”
“Oh,” Wen Yu nodded, indicating that she knew.
“I can only help you deal with these people who are getting in your face. I can’t control whether Lin Yanqing’s pants will fall down.”
“Sister!” Wen Yu bristled.
“What’s the rush?” Wen Rong said calmly. “Don’t you also suspect that Lin Yanqing’s motive for marrying you isn’t pure? Why else would you ask me about the will?”
Wen Yu snorted through her nose. “I was just asking. I don’t like her.”
“Yes, yes, just asking,” Wen Rong nodded. “I wonder who’s face got so long when she heard that Lin Yanqing had a ‘white moonlight.’ It was all caught on camera, too.”
Wen Yu: “…”
Wen Rong laughed. “You’re getting so good at threatening people with wine bottles now.”
Wen Yu: “…Stop talking.”
She wanted to hang up the video call.
“Want to hang up?” Wen Rong saw right through her. “I’ll say one last thing.”
Wen Yu quietly moved her finger away from the hang-up button. “Please share your profound words of wisdom.”
“Wen Xiaoyu, don’t be sarcastic with me,” Wen Rong said. “You don’t need to think about a ‘white moonlight’ or a will right now. Just ask yourself what you really want.”
Wen Yu was stunned.
“Don’t let external things dictate your thoughts. You’re the second daughter of the Wen family. Do whatever you want. Someone will always have your back,” Wen Rong smiled. “You’re still too moral.”
“…What do you mean?” Wen Yu stuttered.
“The literal meaning,” Wen Rong said, then fell silent, giving Wen Yu enough time to think.
Wen Yu held her phone, feeling like her sister hadn’t finished her thought, but also that she had said everything she needed to say.
Five minutes later, Wen Rong raised her hand to hang up the video call, but Wen Yu, who had just snapped out of it, stopped her.
“Sister,” Wen Yu said, “Am I too obedient?”
“Obedient? I’ve never seen you show respect to anyone,” Wen Rong chuckled.
“You know that’s not what I mean,” Wen Yu was self-aware. “That’s just me having bad manners.”
Wen Rong was amused. After suppressing her laughter, she said, “Yes, you’re too obedient. You’ve never stepped out of line.”
She added, “Much more obedient than Chen Yu’an.”
Wen Yu: “…”
“Get lost,” Wen Yu said, physically demonstrating her bad manners once again by hanging up the video call.
After hanging up, she sat still. Her phone showed a new push notification—from the same account that had recommended How a Successful Woman Manages a Marriage and How to Survive the Seven-Year Itch in a Marriage. This notification was much wilder, with “Rebellion” written right in the title: To get a woman, start with imprisonment!
Wen Yu: “?”
She thought, Big data is amazing. It really understands me… but it doesn’t need to understand me this well.
Wen Yu turned off her phone and threw it to charge.
Half an hour later, the phone, not yet fully charged, was forced to leave the charger. Someone was being sneaky for about ten seconds, acting guilty, then pressed the screen a few times.
A line of text appeared: A woman who is not bad is not loved by her wife. Imprison her in your arms and make her dependent on you.
Wen Yu choked for a second and thought, This author is a d*mn genius.